Sally's Destiny - A short story of Love and Romance in the Scottish Highlands by A. J. Temple Read Free Book Online Page B

details of the encounter later in the stable; but it was enough to peak Elizabeth’s interest.
    “Hey hey , just lets go back a step there…so you had a ‘snuggle’ in the stable did you!”
    Sally blushed, wishing that she had never mentioned it.
    “It was nothing really, don’t make a big deal off it please!” She tried to be stern, but she could not help a large grin from spreading over her face.
    “Sally! How could you?” Elizabeth feigned shock and horror, but at the same time was tremendously pleased for them both; being well aware of their individual situations and love-less lives.
    “ Wellll …you know how it is...”
    Tom burst out laughing. “Well I think it’s great – personally I think that a real good ‘seeing too’ was well over-due for you both!”
    “TOM!” Elizabeth scalded – that’s enough from you; have you not got anything to do, like clean out the chicken pen or something?”
    “Ok, I get the hint – I’ll away upstairs for a while and get that paperwork done!” He wandered of f chuckling to himself.
    “Men! Completely lacking in tact.” Elizabeth however looked fondly after the retreating figure of Tom, as he left the room.
    “Well at the risk of sounding like a right hooker – he was probably right!” said Sally laughing.
    They both shared the joke, then Elizabeth reached across the table to hold Sally’s hand.
    “Sally dear…I hate bring this up and risk spoiling your fun – but are you sure of Robert? I mean, it all seems to be going a bit fast don’t you think?”
    “You’re absolutely right Elizabeth; but the fact is that I’m totally smitten by him. I can’t explain it myself, but it’s like I have been waiting for him all my life – goodness, we’re almost finishing one another’s sentences already!”
    Elizabeth squeezed her friends hands tighter as a tear welled in her eye.
    “Stop it now…I will be crying myself if you carry on any further!”
    Sally held her tears in check, as she continued to talk about Robert, and the bond that had sprouted up between them. Not only that, but the friendship that had blossomed immediately with his mother Agnes, that was nothing short of amazing – caused her to believe that fate, or God had truly drawn them together; just as Agnes herself had suggested.
    A while later, and with Sally just about exhausted by all the talk; Tom wandered back in to the kitche n .
    “What…I don’t believe it; is there no supper ready yet! You pair of wastrels are leaving a good man to go hungry here!” He smiled at them both.
    “ Och Tom. I’m sorry, it is later than I realised. How do you fancy going down to the Pizza restaurant and get us all a Pizza?”
    “I suppose that was more of a command than a suggestion?” he winked at Sally , who smiled sweetly back . “Ok then, what do you fancy?”
    They both gave him their orders, and he grabbed his jacket before striding out the door into the winter’s night.
    He returned 30 minutes later with their Pizzas, and they settled down by the fire; pizzas on their laps, with a glass of Chevalier de Bayard, a beautiful smooth-as-silk red wine that they all loved. As the wine flowed, so did the conversation and it was an exhausted Sally that finally went to bed just after 1am , with her mind reeling over what was to be done regarding her dilemma with Robert and Agnes.
     
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Chapter 9
    Sally tossed and turned all night, and even after a shower, looked terrible when she finally appeared at the breakfast table.
    “Good morning Sally.” Piped up Elizabeth. “I won’t ask you if you slept well – You’re bleary eyes are a dead give-away!”
    “Hmm, well your right. Never mind though. Is Tom away already?”
    “Oh yes, he’s always off by 7am to get the men all sorted out with the days routine .”
    Sally took a sip from the hot mug of tea that Elizabeth had laid down for her.
    Elizabeth looked sideways at her friend. “What would you like for breakfast? We have cereal or